How Great Are Your WorksA Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.921It is good to give thanks to the Lord,to sing praises to your name, O Most High;2to declare your steadfast love in the morning,and your faithfulness by night,3to the music of the lute and the harp,to the melody of the lyre.4For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work;at the works of your hands I sing for joy.5How great are your works, O Lord!Your thoughts are very deep!6The stupid man cannot know;the fool cannot understand this:7that though the wicked sprout like grassand all evildoers flourish,they are doomed to destruction forever;8but you, O Lord, are on high forever.9For behold, your enemies, O Lord,for behold, your enemies shall perish;all evildoers shall be scattered.10But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;you have poured over me[D]Compare Syriac; the meaning of the Hebrew is uncertain fresh oil.11My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies;my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.12The righteous flourish like the palm treeand grow like a cedar in Lebanon.13They are planted in the house of the Lord;they flourish in the courts of our God.14They still bear fruit in old age;they are ever full of sap and green,15to declare that the Lord is upright;he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.